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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
What do people usually do? Totally casual or nicer?
As a court clerk, I saw everything from a somewhat cheap-looking white wedding dress, to leather miniskirts with t-shirts.
My sister bought a nice dress of the sort that could be Sunday-go-to-meetin' or perhaps not too starchy office wear, and her hubby wore a dress shirt and tie, IIRC.
It is my earnest belief that one's wedding clothes, like one's F2F Prom clothes, should make one feel happy, confident, and foamy.
Ugh. I am deep in the zone of I suck.
I'm looking at kids toy catalogs, trying to find a present for a friend having a baby. I'm noticing that a lot of the dolls come in a few different races -- basically the same doll, but there's a white version and a black version, and sometimes an Asian or a Hispanic version. However, with just about all of these, the white version has blond hair, and pretty much always has blue eyes. And thinking about the dolls I had as a kid, it's pretty much the same -- there were a few exceptions, but for the most part, white dolls had light hair and blue (or sometimes green or purple) eyes. Why is that? (Among the white Cabbage Patch Kids I had, there were a few with brown eyes, and one with light brown hair, but none with dark brown hair.)
I know - it's very odd.
I am so gronkified. I went to bed at about 6 am, woke up at ? from a dream that involved a Viggo Mortensen/Nathan Fillion hyrbid guy helping me clean up snow while I flew (don't ask me, I dunno either), fell beck into sleep with an EXTREMEL disturbing dream involving Lady Heather of CSI, a weird voodoo ritual that involved someone masturbating on my head and ME growing a penis, and then walking into a steel mill to find they had a secret MAC storage facility underneath it, with a vault of albums from the 80's.
Get out of my head!
Oh wait, um, ...never mind.
Nothing to see.
Move along.
You don't suck, Burrell. What's got you thinking that?
Burell could never suck. It is unpossible.
Heh. Girl has met TempRoomie. TempRoomie has approved. Girl has given me ginormous hickie (hickey? sp?) in retaliation for one I gave her.
Girl has said, when I returned from bathroom and laid back down on bed, "Do you mind if I'm crashing out on you here?" and then looked a little disturbed by my response [thinking she was falling asleep/losing energy] of "Of course not. Do you want me to get the ice cream you brought?".
Um, turns out she said "CRUSHING OUT ON YOU". Ahem. Turns out "do you want your ice cream" is not the normal response to that.
Yay, meara!! I mean, yay for the kissage and crushing out on you. And of course she's crushing out on you.
My response to the ice cream statement? BWAH! That's pretty funny.
It would! But I'm going, um, next week. I don't suppose you're expecting to find yourself in Singapore in five days' time?
Nope. Rats. Unsurprising, but - rats. I have a guest arriving around then, or I'd be tempted to hop over for a day or two anyway (...what, suffering from F2F envy? Moi?).
Meara, yay for crushing out! And icecream! (...er, assuming that the both of you sorted that confusion out. Possibly with the assistance of icecream?)